Looking back as an adult minus my childhood naivety I nowcomprehend all the innuendos and subtle mickey taking I received from mypeers and adults alik..., not to mention the unexplainable hostility fromcertain quarters.Within that new found hindsight which comes with maturity of adulthood Ihad to dispense with the delusion that my mother had no idea of myinclinations. In my own defence I only knew her in the first six years ofmy life before she was cruelly snatched away from me by a drunk. “What’s wrong, honey?” Aubrey said as she sat beside me on our little living room sofa. “You look really sad. Didn’t you get off last night?” I shook my head.“Really? What happened?”“I’m terrible,” I whispered. The truth was I’d cried most of the night. “You were with Kyle all night and ... I’m not jealous ... I just felt ... left out,” I bawled. “I ... we ... just...” How could I put it in words? Strong arms surrounded me as I felt Kyle settle into the seat beside me.“I know what you mean,. Katie’s pert boobs looked fantastic in her tight red t-shirt, I could see that her nipples were hard and pressing against the material. She looked me in the eye and I knew she was turned on at the sight of my scantily clad body in the sexy underwear. She pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could feel her hands sliding slowly down the satin material, over my breasts and down to my waist. She pushed her body against mine as she moved the tiny black. She could not, too mired in the need to touch him, to reach for him and feel the life of his skin not the sallow tint of death her mind had suggested to her again and again over the days of their captivity. Her hands smoothed across the planes of his chest, the warmth reassuring under her touch, the goosebumps following her touch a calming sign of life, or reality, of his safety. He caught her wrists in his hands, not lifting them from his chest, just halting their movement.“Jules, you do not.